“Friends?” I lowered my gaze, and my glasses slid down the bridge of my nose. I stared until she broke eye contact and looked away. We both knew what she was actually asking. “I have been dating, a little.” It was better to rip the bandage off now than to have a great weekend with her and then tell her. She stood up straight, then turned her back and went to a cabinet, pulling out jars of various tea blends. “Oh, anyone serious?” Her voice was high-pitched and tight. “Yes and no. I met someone when I first got to school. We dated a few months. The rest have been a lot more casual.”
